Say You'll Haunt Me *ON HOLD*

Work was eventful as usual. I made about $50 in tips. Dealing with customers every night and having them whining at me that their food was cold or something wasn’t cooked right, blah, blah, blah, was enough to drive anyone mad. I hated being a waitress but it put food on the table. Look, don’t get me wrong, my dad may be rich and he’s told me countless times that I don’t need to work, that he can support me but I don’t want that. Having my own money makes me feel independent, makes me feel like my own person. My dad does give me money even though I tell him not to but he refuses to stop. Hey, don’t think I like having my father give me money but I missed out on so many years with him and he’s trying to make up for those years, but it’s not his fault, it was my stupid mothers.

Opening the front door to the house I shared with my best friends Zara and her twin sister Evie, I set my keys and handbag on the table in the foyer and made my way into the kitchen. “Hey, how was your day?” Evie asked with a smile.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a drink from the fridge. “Eventful as always,” I said sarcastically.

“That well huh?” She asked, running her fingers through her hair.

“Isn’t it always?”

Evie laughed and threw me an apple from the fruit bowl. I bit into it and smiled at her. “Thanks,” I replied, chewing away. “Are the other shits here? I got some news to tell you.”

“Yeah, they’re downstairs in the gaming room. Zara’s currently trying to beat this guy’s score on Call of Duty.”

“Ah, Shadows isn’t it?”

“Something like that,” Evie replied with a shrug. “C’mon, let’s go downstairs and you can tell us the news.”

Zara and Evie moved in with me after they were evicted from their apartment after the neighbors kept complaining that the girls were playing their instruments late at night. Their neighbors were just old and huge sour pussies, couldn’t even handle some singing and guitar. Well, their loss and my gain. I was happy that a couple of my best friends moved in, made living in this huge house less lonely.

My best friends and I were in a band called Black Widow but I guess you guys already pieced that together after the conversation that my uncle Jeremy and I had earlier today. I was unclean vocals/lead guitar, Zara did lead vocals/clean vocals, Evie did rhythm, Veronika was on drums and gee we were all glad she had that position. She was fucking crazy and got anxious pretty quickly. It was like she was on drugs all the time. I guess that’s why she looked up to Jimmy ‘The Rev’ Sullivan, knowing that she wasn’t the only crazy ass drummer in the world. Selena played bass and as Zacky Vengeance says ‘You can’t spell Bass without ass’. Natasha, she was our keyboardist/violinist but was also our tour manager. She kept our asses in check so we didn’t make fools out of ourselves which we were thankful because sometimes we did go a little too far. We were the type of girls that liked to drink and have a good time, especially me but whatever you do, don’t give me tequila. Not unless you want to see running around in a bra and thong.

Following Evie downstairs, we found the girls in the video gaming area of the games room, yelling and cursing at the TV, watching Zara try her best to kick this ‘Shadows’ guy’s ass. It was quite funny. She was getting pretty frustrated with it all. We watched as she shot at some guy before she fell to the ground due to someone coming up behind her and stabbing her in the back. “You fucking cunt!” She yelled through the headset.

Through the speakers, we all heard an evil laugh. “Oh don’t be like that love. Sounds like you need someone to help you release some tension.”

Zara rolled her eyes and let out a snarl. “Fuck you Shadz. We’re doing this again, same time tomorrow. Be there!” She sneered before logging out of the game.

She threw the PS4 controller onto the coffee table, standing up and running her hands over her face. “What a fucking asshole.”

“Calm down Zara before you put another hole in the wall,” Natasha joked.

Tash wasn’t really joking. I had lost count of the number of times Zara had put a hole in my walls after getting so frustrated and angry at losing. It always made me laugh. I got a bit pissed at her the first few times she did it but she always kept her promise of paying for the repairs but after a while, I got used to it and almost always expected it. It was the worst when it came to Call of Duty. She wasn’t normally a violent person, but when it came to CoD and her little sister, that was a different story. The twins and I had a similar childhood but right now it’s not something I want to get into. If I trust you guys enough, I’ll share my story but I don’t know you well enough.

I collapsed on the sofa beside Selena and grabbed the beer she was offered. “So Em has some news she wants to share with us,” Evie muttered, pushing her sister on the opposite sofa. “Sit Zara,” she added as Zara went to get up again.

She was still heated over the run in with Shadz but I knew that her mood would change once she heard my news.

“What’s up?” Veronika asked.

“Girls, quit your jobs, we’re going on tour!” I squealed, jumping right in.

“Wait, what?! Tour?!” Selena screeched.

I nodded. “Yep,” I replied, smiling at the looks on their faces.

“With who?!” Zara asked, looking at me intently.

“Who do you think idiot?” Evie asked, rolling her eyes. “Five Finger Death Punch you freak.”

Zara glared at her sister and sighed. “Do I look like I know everything, Evelyn?!”

Evie gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. “Don’t call me that!” She snapped.

Natasha stood up from her place next to Selena and moved Zara out of the way, sitting between the two sisters. “Both of you shut it. Zara, take a breather. No more CoD otherwise.”

Zara’s mouth dropped open and she looked at Natasha with a horrified expression. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me grumpy.”

Zara sat back against the sofa and folded her arms across her chest, pouting.

No matter how many times Natasha threatened her with that, she still got the same reaction from Zara. Evie and Zara were best friends, don’t get that wrong, but sometimes they did argue and fight like your average sisters did but they’d patch things up and then acted like it never happened.

“Alright, it’s late. Are you girls staying the night?” I asked, getting up from the sofa. Natasha, Selena, and Veronika nodded with smiles. “Of course, you are. Why’d I ask? I have tomorrow off so we can have band practice if you guys want.”

They all nodded in response and said goodnight before turning back to their previous activities. I left the room and climbed up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom and stripped myself of my clothes. I slept in a shirt and panties most nights but sometimes, like tonight, I liked to sleep naked.

Tying my hair back in a messy high ponytail, I climbed under the covers and welcomed my best friend, sleep.

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